Full House

We are bursting at the seams. My pal's marriage has gone for a big shit, and he needed a place to stay so I have offered him the luxury of our couch for a few weeks. It's official too, because he's got a DHCP assignment on our network and he's sharing packets.

I scratch my head when I hear about all the homeless folks out there. One case in particular struck a chord with me recently. A homeless man who had worked hard to raise the profile of homeless people in Toronto passed away, and his sister came forward to eulogize him. While his advocacy is to be admired, I can't help but wonder why his sister couldn't have bothered to help put a permanent roof over his head instead of leaving him to the streets. A eulogy doesn't help the poor fugger who just died.

If I'm in a position to help someone I know avoid the harsh life on the streets of Toronto, then who am I to complain. It's obviously a little inconvenient to have a third person living with my partner and I, but it's also the right thing to do. It makes me wonder why there are so many homeless people. People talk the good talk, but don't necessarily practice what they preach. People should stop being so disfunctional and extend a hand to their friends and family who occasionally fall on hard times instead of leaving them to the urban jungle.

I've never really worried about money too much. If I have it, it's good, and if I don't have it, I hurry up and wait for things to improve a little bit. If there are enough resources to get by, I've never shied away from helping friends who are a less fortunate. I figure that someday I may need a hand myself, and I hope that my friends will be as good to me as I've been to them. It's only right and "money doesn't care who owns it".